A woman who can shoot a crossbow arrow without changing her face and still remain calm after shooting through someone else's feet will never be an unknown firework woman.

Such thoughts just flashed through Park Jung-soon's mind. Before the cold sweat could be felt, the other foot was once again a severe pain that was exactly the same as before.

"Woo..." Both feet were nailed to the ground by short arrows. Park Jung-soon was in pain and countless veins burst out on her neck. However, because her mouth was blocked by her own clothes, she could only make a whine like a wild beast.

"Someone once told me that you always can't put your position right and are always so arrogant. Now it seems that's true." He was fiddling with the crossbow in his hand, his tone was still calm, as if the two short arrows just now were not shot out by him.

"Wuwu" Park Jung-soon shook her head desperately, as if she was denying words that were satisfied, and as if she had something to say.

"If you can speak well, I can let him let you go." The crossbow was hung again, and the calm voice remained.

"Yeah," Park Jung-soon nodded desperately this time. He didn't want the female lunatic in front of him to have any misunderstandings, otherwise he would give himself an arrow, and I'm afraid it would be not as simple as his feet.

"What do I do? I won't let the messenger go." Cheng Xin's eyes fluttered, and her big watery eyes looked at Qin Jisheng.

"Oh, yes!" Qin Jisheng was frightened and felt that his throat, heart, and vital points were slightly cold. He quickly stepped forward and pulled off the cloth strip from Park Jung-chun's mouth, and glared at him fiercely, meaning that he would speak carefully.

"Hong, the Red-clothed envoy, the villain Park, Park Jung-soon, are envoys sent by Silla to the Tang Dynasty. If you have any questions, just give me instructions. As long as the villain can do it, I will do my best." After his mouth was free, Park Jung-soon didn't even wipe the cold sweat from the pain on his head. He endured the severe pain and stood up from the chair and said with a whimpering grudgingly.

"It seems you are not stupid, you actually know the name of this girl." After a more comfortable (tempting) position, the small crossbow disappeared invisible during his actions, and was hidden under the inclination of Park Jung-soon and Qin Ji-sung's eyes.

However, it is obviously not the time to pursue where the crossbow is placed. After all, if your life is gone, it doesn't make any sense even if you know where the crossbow is.

"The red clothes have already spread throughout Silla, villain..." He is as beautiful as peaches and plums, his heart is as cute as snakes and scorpions, and he is happy with red clothes. When Park Jung-soon was shot by the second arrow, he already remembered who the woman in front was.

While sighing secretly, I also feel a little bit of gratitude, and I feel glad that I can live until now after seeing this woman's true face.

"Speak less nonsense and tell me the purpose of going to the Tang Dynasty." Hurrying didn't have the heart to listen to the flattery of a Luo Xinren. He just wanted to know the information about Silla. As for the guy in front of him, it didn't matter.

"Please, please peace! Goguryeo has been defeated. I, Silla, am willing to give up all the land occupied during the war, just to get the understanding of the Tang Dynasty." Park Jung-soon didn't want to say anything to Shuxin. Now he just wants to leave this ghost place as soon as possible and treat the injuries on his feet well.

How fatal is the Triangle Arrow? After experiencing the Eastern Expedition of the Tang Dynasty, all people on the peninsula have gained a deep understanding. Not to mention the important parts of the body, even if they are not important, if they are not handled properly, it is likely that they will die.

But it is obvious that Xingxin doesn't like to listen to his perfunctory words. Just when Park Jung-soon thought he could get away with it, a cold voice sounded again: "Tell me your specific plans and plans, otherwise I will let you know what life is worse than death."

"Please, specific plan." Park Jung-soon's eyes twitched. This was the biggest secret of his trip to the Tang Dynasty. If he had said that, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to go there. He jumped into the sea and committed suicide, and he might be able to die more easily.

"You can choose to die now or later. However, I can guarantee that you will die for a month." Sustained, no matter how Park Jung-soon will explain to his "boss" Queen Sundeok when he goes back in the future, he doesn't care about anything except intelligence.

As the saying goes, the name of a man, the shadow of a tree, the ruthlessness of red clothes and the loyalty of Yang Tian are in Japan and Silla, and Baekje has been passed down for more than a day. Although Park Jung-sum has a high position in Silla, he has heard of it a little bit more. He knows that what the woman in front of him is definitely not a threat.

So what he needs to choose now is to die now and die in the future, but it is better to die in a good way than to live without a chance. As long as he can survive, who cares about how to die in the future!

In the end, Park Jung-soon chose to compromise under the pressure of death and swallowed with difficulty: "My red clothes, I, I said, but after I said, can you not kill me?"

"It depends on your performance. If your information is important enough, it is not impossible to let you live a life. I can even guarantee that I will send you ashore and give you some money to make your life better." A charming smile appeared on his satisfactory face, and slid down from the couch and walked to Park Jung-soon, with a sharp nail about a tiny long slid across his throat.

"No problem, this information will definitely make the adults sell at a good price." The feeling from the neck made the hairs behind Park Jung-soon stand up, and her nervous voice trembled a little.

I really don’t know where this guy got the information, but he actually regarded the woman in front of him as a figure in the martial arts world. Qin Jisheng, who hid aside, curled his lips with some disdain.

Whether it is Hongyi or Yang Tian, ​​these two are obviously the confidants of the Prince of the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, how could they gain Li Chengqian's trust with just one token?

But Qin Jisheng will not tell anyone this secret. It is just a secret that belongs to him. If he uses it well, he will always be one or even a few steps ahead of others. Maybe one day he can try the feeling of being below one person and above ten thousand people.

But a satisfied order quickly pulled him back from YY: "Qin Jisheng, take him down and let him write down everything he knows."

"Yes!" Qin Jisheng's answer was firm. He had seen how the guards around Li Chengqian accepted the order in Goguryeo, so he brought this habit back to Japan.

"Remember, even if he had wet that day when he was three years old, don't let it go. If there was any mistake, your fate would never be better than him. Do you understand?" Just as Qin Jisheng was planning to take this unlucky guy from Silla, a chilly voice came from behind him!
Chapter completed!